Honor Is The Greatest Poet.

Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self It Is, Made Audible.

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.

They Had Their Faces Twisted Toward Their Haunches And Found It Necessary To Walk Backward, Because They Could Not See Ahead Of Them. ...and Since He Wanted So To See Ahead, He Looks Behind And Walks A Backward Path.

The Devil Is Not As Black As He Is Painted.

Curb Your Talent Lest It Speed Where Virtue Does Not Guide.